Jardin's Gamble (Haven, Texas 9)

“Shirt off,” he commanded as soon as they entered Carrick’s bedroom.

The other man just raised an eyebrow, but he quickly striped off his black shirt. Sally used to complain about Carrick’s limited wardrobe and lack of style.

Jardin didn’t give a fuck. The other man was hot. Gorgeous. Sexy as hell. Sally had never seen that. And it had been her loss.

But enough about that bitch. There was only one woman he’d allow to come between them. And he meant that in a physical way, not an emotional one, because that shit wasn’t happening again.

When Carrick was finally naked, Jardin ran his gaze over his firm chest. The man was sculpted from his wide shoulders down his rippling six-pack to his Adonis belt.

His gaze snagged on the thick c

ock sticking up. Hell. Yes.

“You planning on just staring at me all night?” There was a note of challenge in Carrick’s voice.

Jardin’s darker side started to rise. Go easy. “Get on the bed. Hands above your head.”

Carrick raised his eyebrows. “Always the bossy bastard.”

“Would you want me any other way?”

Carrick let out a bark of laughter. “Shockingly, no.” He climbed on the slightly messy bed. Unsurprisingly, the sheets were dark gray and the duvet was black.

Most people might look at Carrick and think he was uncomplicated. That he liked things simple. And he did. But there was more to him than the surface. Jardin slowly stripped as Carrick put his hands behind his head and watched, his gaze filled with admiration.

He wasn’t as cut as Carrick, but he didn’t slack on time in the gym. He’d never needed much sleep and it wasn’t as though his nights were occupied with anything else. The occasional visit to the club when it all got to be too much. When he needed to release some tension.

“Like what you see?” he asked, wrapping his hand around his shaft.

“Fuck, yes,” Carrick said gruffly.

“Good.”

He crawled onto the side of the bed then knelt down by Carrick’s head. “Do you want to know what I taste like?”

Carrick licked his lips. “Fuck. Yes.”

“Take me into your mouth then.”

The other man rolled over, positioning himself on his hands and knees, leaning in to take Jardin’s dick into his mouth, he sucked him down.

Holy. Fuck.

That felt so good. Jardin’s eyes rolled back in his head as he struggled for control as Carrick took him deeply. He swirled his tongue around the head, his hand reaching for Jardin’s balls. He widened his legs to give him more room to play with. And play he did. He ran his tongue up and down Jardin’s shaft. Then he sucked him slowly into his mouth. In slow, out fast. Fuck, the man knew what he was doing.

It wasn’t long until the rush of orgasm neared.

“Fuck. Carrick. I’m close.”

Carrick hummed. Then he moved his hand around to Jardin’s asshole. Just the tip of a finger entered his puckered hole, but it was enough. Jardin shouted as he came in the other man’s mouth while Carrick continued to suck on him. His breath came in fast pants, his skin was coated with a fine sheen of sweat. He felt like he’d done a hard session of cardio when all he’d done was sit there while Carrick had sucked him off.

When Carrick drew back from his dick, he reached down for him, pulling him onto his knees so he could kiss him. He didn’t give a fuck that he could taste himself. It was hot.

“Christ, you’re good at that.” Jardin reached down and ran his hand up and down Carrick’s cock where they faced each other on their knees. “Lube?”

“Top drawer of the bedside table.”

He moved away and opened the drawer, pulling out a tube of lube and a butt plug. Excellent.